I woke up extra early in the the next morning. To day was the day. The day I would reunite with my childhood best mate, girl friend, and fellow nerd. I dreamt of our past. I dreamt of seeing Harry. I dreamt of him with Emilie. I dreamt of the days when we could all laugh, be stupid, wild, mad, and absloutly foolish.
I jumped out of bed and turned ot my clock it was only seven in the mourning. I decided of getting ready anyways. I hoped on my laptop and did last minute touches to the presentation I would have to give later in the day. I left my computer and opened my favorite granola cereal. I poured a bowl and chewed. I didn't have to be at the office for another hour. I showered, got changed, and fixed my hair. Unfortantly my stupid cowlick isn't gone. I tried to make my hair look as decent as possible. By that time I had to leave my apartment and head for work.
My apartment to work was about a fifteen minute walk. I felt like I was running to work almost. I was so excited to see my former best friend and my bestfriend/ girlfriend. I walked through the doors of the office building, Everybody was walking through the complex like mad people. Veronca wasn't behind the desk as usual. I shrugged my shoulders and walked though the transparent doors to my office. It was incredibly hard to think because of the noises. All I could think of was seeing Scarlett.
Hours past and things were even more frantic. At one point Veronica looked so stressed out and her hair was so frizzy that she needed to straiten her hair. I tried to focas on my project, but at one point I took off my sweater vest and sat at my desk looking though old pictures of my mates and I.
I had a few pictures of scarlett, Emilie, Emilies boyfriend of a few months named Blake, and me. I didnt hate Blake but I also did really like him. I guess what I didn't like was that he wasn't Harry. I also guess you can say that change scares me and the fact of everything being different is frightening, You can't control everything. One thing Mr.Fitzherburt taught me wansn't anything in Orgamic Chemistry, but we can;t control our fate. Whether it exist or not you can't control the choices you make. You can't control if you fall in love. ( A perfectionist nightmare.)
As I scrolled though some other pictures I stumbled across one that made me smile. It was Scarlett, Harry, Emilie, and me. It was before Harry got ride of rid of his tattoos. We were all cuddled in the back of Scarlett's truck and it was before school started. Now that I look back on it those were truly the days when nothing else mattered. I closed my eyes and when I opened them back up I noticed someone. Veronica was standing outside my door she didn't even need to speak or even come in. She simply nodded her head. I didn't take anything with me besides my I Pad just in case. She was pushing The Wiskey trolly back into the break room.
I took a few deep breaths and opened the door, For some reason seeing my old mate made me feel weird. I felt nervous. And how do I deal with fear? I act like the most theatrical, awkward, and for some reason on my first word I spoke very American. Actully every word that was spoken was American with a hint of British. The rest of the guys looked at me like I was crazy and Harvey was giving me a rather disapointed look. I glanced at my father Jonny and I could see that he was hopeful, Before I knew it I flipped through all of my presintation boards and all of them were rejected. All of a sudden my good friend named Leroy popped in the room and danced his way through his part of the presention. we wnt over some details and it was done.
I left the room and headed for my office I decided to take my lunch since everything was just too much for me. When I was packing up my thhings I noticed Harry outside my door and tried to ignore it. However knowing him that was going to work so he just allowed himself in.
" Hey," he spoke.
" Hi."
We stood there in silence.
" So how are things?" I asked.
" Different...good...but different," he said in a serious voice. " Um how- how are-"
"How are Emilie and Scarlett. Well Scarlett is visiting today, And as for Emilie all I know is that she cried for about four months straight and eventully got over it," I could feel how strong the sass was in my voice.
" Listen Marcel I really did love her."
" Well if you really did lover then why didn't you text, call, or even E-mail?"
" Marcel we all have been under major stress. You don't need technology to know that your not wanted."
" Harry that doesn't even make sense. What maybe would have stressed us out less was to know that our best mate was okay, instead of figuaring that out from TMZ. And you weren't unwanted if anything you were on all three of our minds since you left!" I tried to calm down, but so much rage was spilling out of my mouth. I stomed out of the office. Little did I know that Harry was right behind me.
There is a little bench outside my apatment and we just sat there for a few minutes. not speaking. Just thinking.
" So how are you liking America?" Harry asked breaking the silence.
" I love it. Although I really do miss the cold rainy days."
" Marcel you have to understand that in England I wasn't happy. Thats why I left. Don't get me wrong being in our group was some of the best memories I have ever had. I just needed to start over. Be different. Have a different reputation," he explained,
" I get that."
" Marcel did you everthink about why we were friends?
" Well of course. We were both different, We had reputations that people hated. We were people that had so much to offer we just didn't know how put it together. You needed me and I needed you. I guess we made eachother better and stronger people," I exclaimed.
" Exactly. But unfortantly for me those people that we hated, there voices didn't leave. And I guess my stupid solution was to just runaway and start a new life."
We sat their again in silence. We both got up and just as Harry was about to leave I hear a few amazing words leave his mouth.
" I'll text you."
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FanfictionLife has it's ups and downs. Marcel isn't like everyone else, but maybe that's a good thing. Although everything does in fact happen for a reason.
